Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Index,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.